August 31, 2014

Bonus Post: Fond Memory 10 (LHS Quadranscentennial Celebration Edition)

Fond Memory 10
on this, the Quadranscentennial Celebration of 
my Lebanon High School Graduation: 

With 40 days and 40 nights remaining until the big reunion weekend (sounds almost Biblical, doesn't it) ... I am pleased to have hit the big TOP 10 in my list of fond memories from my time in high school (Sep 85 to Jun 89, for those keeping score somewhere).

When I started the list of 25 memories, I did say that they'd be in no particular order, at least at the beginning ... but that does mean that I reserved the right to have the top 10 be slightly more meaningful.  And in the world of high school where I was lucky to have a lot of adults who looked out for me, perhaps no one did so more meaningfully than Mrs. K (aka Polly Keesey).

After all these years, I'm not even sure how we got connected (was I maybe her assistant helping to tutor others?) ... but I do remember that she was a lifeline for me.  I spent a lot of spare time in her office (she even let me store personal things there in the time leading up to my running away from home) and she helped me be me, to the extent that a late blooming high schooler knows who he is during that frame of time.  The best part ... I can close my eyes right now and still hear her laugh -- and she laughed a lot (presumably *with* me and not *at* me).

More fond memories (leading up to the *most* fond memory) continue with number 9 on Thursday the 4th!

Random Scandal Sheet for Sunday 8/31/14

What southern Florida is talking about this week:

The local news station is fully embracing the notion that "the world has *always* been falling apart" and that it's "messy" out there (as the President said this week).

How do I know this?  Because the lead story on the local news wasn't about ISIS (or ISIL, as I guess all the cool kids are saying nowadays) ... or the fact that it's probably time to make note of the proximity of nuclear fallout shelters again (thanks Putin) ... or that ebola or the bubonic plague might be lurking down that dark alley you just passed (although, let's face it ... the world is over-populated and in need of a pruning) ...

Instead ... the most newsworthy item from the weekend was the union of Union with Wade.  I googled this "Wade" and he apparently is a fertile (well, fertile while on a "break") player of the basketball variety down in Miami.  And the wedding was in an actual castle with a moat ... so ... you know ... that's cool and all.  And probably almost definitely the most important thing I need to know this weekend.

ALL THE COOL KIDS ARE SAYING ISIL:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/worldviews/wp/2014/06/18/isis-or-isil-the-debate-over-what-to-call-iraqs-terror-group/

TIME TO GET INFORMED AGAIN:
http://www.ready.gov/nuclear-blast

THE LEAD STORY ON THE LOCAL NEWS THIS WEEKEND:
http://www.local10.com/news/dwyane-wade-to-marry-gabrielle-union-in-hours/27806112

August 30, 2014

Random Posting for Penn State 8/30/14

Here are 9 Nittany Nuggets from today's game:

1.)  First off, after trying different formats over the last few years, I had so much fun with the randomness of last year's "9 Nittany Nuggets", that I'm going to repeat it this season.
2.)  Second off, as I said so many times last year to the guy who is now a senior and one of seven team captains ... ATTA BOY FICKEN!
3.)  What's with this getting up at 8:30 in the am to watch football?  I feel like I'm a west coaster all of a sudden.
4.)  I'll tell you I think I've only ever had alcohol before noon twice before (on company work trips to Mexico in back to back years in 07-08), but after the coverage today, I'd like me a breakfast Guinness.  (And I want to learn how to jig.)
5.)  I hope this doesn't end up sounding unintentionally racist (although, if I have to start with that, I'm probably in dangerous territory), but what *does* it say about me that I kept on thinking of Franklin from Peanuts every time the announcermen referred to the new coach as just "Franklin"?
6.)  Anyone else hoping that little boy they interviewed about American football would have said "apparently" in brogue every few words (if you haven't seen the recent viral video of the kid at the fair, then you will not understand this nugget one bit).
7.)  In honor of past coaches ... I will say I missed hearing that these guys were "a great bunch of kids" ... and I was saddened to see that names are still on jerseys ...
8.)  WE ARE .... PENN STATE!  But ... WE ARE ... also living in Florida now.  Where they *also* apparently play highly ranked college football.  I didn't have this problem so much back in Chicago (no offense intended, Northwestern, NIU and Illinois).
9.)  !Pitchfork break!

In closing, in the same format I did all last year, thanks to Bárðarbunga for not erupting and interfering with the game today ... and the countdown to our next post-season game that may or may not be as late as 2016 stands at no more than 35 more games (but may be a bit less)!

SEVEN IS A LUCKY NUMBER:
http://www.centredaily.com/2014/08/13/4303432/penn-state-football-nittany-lions.html

I GUESS I COULD TRAIN MYSELF TO THINK OF BEN INSTEAD OF PEANUTS:
http://cartoonician.com/crossing-the-color-line-in-black-and-white-franklin-in-peanuts/

BAROARBUNGA IS A PENN STATE FAN:
http://www.phillymag.com/news/2014/08/21/iceland-volcano-penn-state-football-opener/

Random Soapbox for Saturday 8/30/14

I don't mean to go off on a rant here, but ...

... no, literally.  *I* don't mean to.  For only the second time in nearly 2200 entries, I'm going to turn over my post to someone else.  The first time was a few months back to feature a rant from my good friend Holly A.  Today, I turn over my post  to someone I never met by the name of John Donne.  Without further ado ... in his Olde English words ...





Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

[Services for the mother of former co-worker Amy L, who fought so valiantly against melanoma and brain cancer, will be held Tuesday from 3-9 at Malec Funeral home in Chicago, with Wednesday mass at 11:30am at Our Lady of Ransom in Niles.  My thoughts are with the family at this time.]

August 29, 2014

Random Flashback for Friday 8/29/14

What was I doing twenty years ago as summer drew to a close and another semester of school was starting (because, after all, twenty years ago I was only mid way through my *decade* of my always-be-schooling phase)?

In addition to wearing black denim shirts with black denim jeans (remember it was the mid-nineties) I was posing for this photo, clearly happy at what had just been gifted me by Judy W as a housewarming present.  [I did say this was two decades ago ... so you have to know that VCR tapes were all the rage back then.]

And housewarming should probably be more accurately stated as "townhouse" warming, because this was the beginning of quite a few years spent at 705 Greentree Village next door to the plaza back home in Lebanon PA.  As this concept continues (telling my story one week at a time, twenty years after the fact), this location will be the backdrop for many a photo with many a friend and many a loved one.

Indeed, this event marked the beginning of a memorable era from my past ... one I can't wait to relive on the blog and on the Facebook (Zuckerberg willing).

August 28, 2014

Random Thought for Thursday 8/28/14

Being a TV addict, I tend to also read things about TV, including a recent reference to the "Girl Scout Research Institute" study on how reality TV affects young girls.

I know the Girl Scouts from their cookies ... but I had no idea that they also had a "Research Institute".  I'm secretly hoping that the research they do is also done door to door, with little girls in those outfits going around with a clipboard, asking questions of anyone who opens the door, giving single cookies to those who participate.

I also have a strong suspicion that their initial study concluded that boys were made of snips and snails and puppy dog tails and that girls were made of sugar and spice and all things nice, but I haven't been able to prove that one way or the other.

Of course, realistically, it's probably something much less sexist than that ... and I'm sure they do wonderful things ... and, for all I know, they no longer even wear those uniforms any more.  But hey ... I can't help what I think (and I feel compelled to put it on the interwebs for some unknown reason) ...

THE AFOREMENTIONED STUDY:
http://blog.girlscouts.org/2011/10/new-girl-scouts-research-exposes-impact.html

NO REALLY ... IT'S A REAL THING THAT DOES GOOD WORK:
https://www.hngirlscouts.org/girl-scout-research-institute

WAIT A MINUTE ... NOT ALL COOKIES ARE AVAILABLE IN ALL AREAS?:
http://www.girlscouts.org/program/gs_cookies/meet_the_cookies.asp

August 27, 2014

Bonus Post: Fond Memory 11 (LHS Quadranscentennial Celebration Edition)

Fond Memory 11
on this, the Quadranscentennial Celebration of 
my Lebanon High School Graduation: 

With only 44 more days until the big weekend celebrating the 25th anniversary of my time in high school, I'm excited that the announced plans include a tour of the recently remodeled buildings.

One of the things I'll be looking for ... are the items that were once in the cafeteria, and so new to us back then, still there ... as they comprise my fond memory number 11 for tonight.  That includes, of course, the just installed jukebox (which always seemed to be playing Led Zeppelin's "Black Dog" ... perhaps because I always had lunch with Matt H?) ... and the new "spiffy electronic sign", as it was described in the yearbook caption for the Mike K photo below, who was captured uploading key messages for the student body to see ... and the new Coke machines, pictured just behind Becky Z, where cans of soda cost only 50 cents.  Ah yes, life in the high school cafeteria in the late 80's ... good times.

Hard to believe, but I move in to the top 10 list of these fond memories with the next post this holiday weekend on Sunday the 31st!



Random Wordplay for Wednesday 8/27/14

Ice Bucket Challenge:  Soused not Doused

Used in a sentence:  "Courtesy of Andrew P's nomination, I had to consider how I might approach the current Facebook trend ... so I now present Ice Bucket Challenge:  Soused not Doused."

Well ... "now present" is dependent on a number of things, like my ability to get the darn video off of the iphone ... and then to get it on the darn Facebook ... and then to get it turned around the right away ... and then to get it available in a link I plan to put below

Bottom line ... it *may* show up sometime later tonight ... or it *may* show up long after the next fad has started ... or it may *never* show up .. who knows?

But it will feature the boys in a cameo (Casanova and Octavius [Ozzie]), and so I'll include the link below to befriend them on the Facebook because I know that is active right now ...

MY VIDEO MAY OR MAY NOT SHOW UP AS A LINK HERE AT SOME POINT:
https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=10201730872953922&set=vb.1843633569&type=2&theater

COME BE FRIENDS WITH MY BOYS:
https://www.facebook.com/thecasanovajames?ref=h

BECAUSE I DO WHAT I WANT:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZA36YIu2yU

August 26, 2014

Random Tune for Tuesday 8/26/14

Track 9 of 39 (we're 3/13 of the way through all of the tunes on the mixed tape from my college years [think early 90's ... although that's probably obvious from the choice of song selection])!

Tonight's song from Soul Asylum certainly fits by title and overall theme (surely you know by now, but if not, I ran away from home in March of my senior year of high school over 25 years ago) ... although the lyrics are a little dark to represent a time in my life full of opportunity and surprises and finding oneself, etc.  (After all, the official video included actual missing persons and stories without the happy ending that I had ...)

Hidden in all the alterna-rock angst is a powerful phrasing for those who know the strength that real survival offers ... which I'm reminded of again tonight replaying this tune ...

"I can go where no one else can go ... I know what no one else knows ..."

LIKE A MADMAN LAUGHING AT THE RAIN:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRtvqT_wMeY

August 25, 2014

Random Memorial for Monday 8/25/14

First ... in the words of kids nowadays:  SPOILER ALERT!

Gone but not forgotten (maybe):  Amy Dyer.

Don't know Amy?  Or why she died twice?

Then you clearly missed out on the second season of the *other* quality zombie show "In the Flesh", which I finally binge-watched (speaking of what kids do nowadays) during last week's "stay"cation.

I don't want to say much more ... and I've probably said too much already ... but to tell you the truth, this post was *really* about wanting to highlight the song played at her funeral, a dirge of a dirge that I might just have to file away should I ever be planning my own end of life celebration.  Haunting like few before it, I'm blocked by own my constructs from choosing it as a Random Tune for Tuesday, since I'm not yet even a third of the way through my 39 week series of songs from a college era mixed tape of mine ... but I can creatively sneak it in TWICE tonight (yep, it's two of the three links below).

You who lived to die to live dead alive to live alive alive to die again ... you will be missed (unless season 3 gets green lit .. and then ... well then ... stay tuned).

THE SCENE WHERE I HEARD THE SONG:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8FkiuPYLp24

THE FULL SONG FROM THAT SCENE:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPJLu_wcTKc

SEASON 3!  SEASON 3!  SEASON 3!:
http://primetime.unrealitytv.co.uk/flesh-coming-back-third-series-dominic-mitchell-talks-season-3/

August 24, 2014

Random Scandal Sheet for Sunday 8/24/14

What southern Florida is talking about this week:

Correction ... what about 20% of southern Florida is talking about this week (fingers crossed):

It's time to vote!

Tuesday the 26th is the (closed) primary election (meaning you have to vote your party affiliation).  All the really good stuff is coming in November (for instance, there's an incumbent governor who's being potentially unseated by a former governor who switched parties as his political affiliation "evolved" over time ... and an amendment to legalize marijuana all relevant in ten weeks), but first a number of local issues have to be decided ... including an ignored party faithful governor candidate trying to unseat the above mentioned ex-governor party bagger (reminiscent of the carpet kind circa Reconstruction, not the tea kind circa Fey/Palin) and a former porn star looking to make it to the local school board (and, with warning that, even though I'm a bit twisted, I can't make this stuff up in that one of his performances was in a film entitled 'Entering the Student Body').

When I announced my top 12 list for moving here back on 12/12/13, reason #5 was "I want to live somewhere where my vote counts" (meaning Illinois was a foregone conclusion and Florida was hotly contested).  So I'm quite looking forward to Tuesday!

DEMOCRACY:  WHERE 1 OUT OF 5 PEOPLE MAKE THE DECISIONS FOR EVERYBODY:
http://election.dos.state.fl.us/voting/voter-turnout.shtml

NOTE:  THIS IS NOT AN ONION ARTICLE:
http://www.miamiherald.com/2014/06/18/4186116/former-south-florida-porn-star.html

FULFILLING REASON #5 FOR THE BIG MOVE HERE:
http://capcognition.blogspot.com/2013/12/random-thought-for-thursday-121213.html

August 23, 2014

Bonus Post: Fond Memory 12 (LHS Quadranscentennial Celebration Edition)

Fond Memory 12
on this, the Quadranscentennial Celebration of 
my Lebanon High School Graduation: 

Maybe I'm just hungry at the time of this post, but as I sat down tonight to decide which fond memory from my time in high school would be chosen now that there are just 48 days until the big reunion weekend, all of the memories I considered were somehow tied back to the cafeteria.

And what was originally going to be a shout out to the Ala Carte line (My generation had choices!  Wait in the long line for the meal that Reagan approved where catsup counted as a vegetable ... or pay per item in the *other* line [which was basically pizza every day if you so chose] ... and I'm not 100% sure but I think there was also a third salad bar/milk/ice cream line out front?) quickly turned into a comment about how I just wanted to get my mouth around a Cedar Treat again (Cedar Treats being the "adult" version of the little sugar coated round peanut butter balls that were all the rage in elementary and junior high cafeterias in my youth). 

Come back Wed the 27th for memory 11 (spoiler alert ... it's *also* going to be about cafeteria experiences)!

Random Soapbox for Saturday 8/23/14

I don't mean to go off on a rant here, but ...

... Mr. Haircut Man (or barber, as you are more commonly known), I told you before and I'll tell you again and I'll tell you every time you ask, I have absolutely *no* opinion whether it should be square or round back there.  So please stop pushing me to decide.

Let's face it -- I don't really ever see what it looks like from that direction, which might be the reason that I'm not passionate about the way my hairline interplays with my neck.  Come to think of it, I didn't even know I had that bald spot until my nephews alerted me to it one holiday (well, that, and because I took that job at the bank in the grocery store that had cameras up above me in the corner of the room pointed at the vault that also captured the back of my noggin).  When it comes right down to it, until I embraced the selfieness run rampant in today's culture and figured out how to capture this photo in the bedroom mirror (fear not, it's beside the bed and not *over* the bed), I had actually forgotten about those tattoos there on my shoulders.

Let's go back to the normal routine -- I show up every two weeks, you call my name from the board where I've signed in, I make the same lame joke about "being easy" as a 1/2 all over, and how you can "add what you need to in the empty spots", and you do your thing, including making your choice whether I'm to be rounded or squared or faded.  Because I really do not have enough of that which you're cutting to care, got it?

THE QUESTION THAT I CARE NOT TO ANSWER:
http://www.themensroom.com/hair/mens-neckline-choices-squared-rounded-or-tapered/

IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME:
http://menshair.about.com/od/malecelebrityhairstyles/a/shouldIshave.htm

I DON'T THINK I HAVE THE GOODS TO BE TRENDY:
http://www.menshairstyletrends.com/

August 22, 2014

Random Flashback for Friday 8/22/14

As foretold in last Friday's post, there's one more week of pictures from our "photo shoot" while on vacation at the John H Kerr Dam on the border of Virginia and North Carolina from twenty years ago -- a vacation that was kind of rained out and a little flooded.

That predicament became the perfect opportunity to "play" Vietnam/Rambo for a few frames ... and to do my version of the ice bucket challenge (had the ice bucket challenge been a "thing": in the summer of 1994).

Ostensibly, all of these photos were possibly going to become props in the audience participation murder mysteries I was writing and performing at the time.  The reality ... I just liked to play dress up for the camera! Ahhh ... youth!

[As with last week, photo credits are Robin Ondrusek.]



August 21, 2014

Random Thought for Thursday 8/21/14

And so it's back to work for me.

For those who don't know, my primary responsibility (not including special projects) is to handle escalations/inquiries/questions from the employees in our division.  It's not quite a call center, since we're all remote employees and scattered across the country ... but it did make me think that, if I didn't so enjoy my job and my co-workers, I wouldn't mind going back to work via a time machine ... to a job in an *actual* call center ... at Sears ... during the years when, apparently, Salt and Pepa and Kid and Play and Martin Lawrence all worked together.

Just sayin' ... I bet that was a riot!

[Note ... my initial google search for an image to accompany today's post was being all racist and only returning white folks ... until I searched the phrase "call center black people" and scored the above photo.  Thanks Google!]

THE SALT N PEPA INTERVIEW WHERE THIS FACT WAS DISCLOSED:
http://www.daveyd.com/sltpepa.html

MAYBE THERE'S A SIMILAR GROUP THERE NOW THAT YOU CAN JOIN:
http://jobs.sears.com/vacancies/1/call-center/jobs

SPEAKING OF CALL CENTERS:
http://www.qualityansweringservice.com/yourbusinessvoice/5-common-myths-about-call-centers

August 20, 2014

Random Wordplay for Wednesday 8/20/14

'Stay'cation task lag.

Used in a sentence:  "Since I didn't travel back to Chicago as originally intended on these seven days off of work [that trip is now rescheduled for the Fourth of July holiday next year], I can't return to work tomorrow complaining of vacation jet lag ... so I'll have to whine about 'stay'cation task lag."

After all, I've raked the front yard twice (darn mango leaves), mowed both yards once, shopped too many times, helped with the creation of the new thinking-bench-nook at the end of the driveway, binge-watched a good bit of television, binge-drank once (and recovered for a day or two after), posted on Facebook many many many times, painted the great room with a "pop" of color, reorganized that room to match the new design plan, played with the dogs, baked in the sun on the beach (and ate out afterwards), baked in the sun at a local pool (and drank out afterwards), napped when I wanted to and inhaled a giant goblet o ice cream.

Having accomplished all of that, I'm sure my body is going to go through some kind of lag trying to tackle work related tasks tomorrow (although ... the light at the end of the tunnel is the upcoming four day holiday weekend!) ...

WAIT ... WHAT'S THIS?  I NEED A WEEK TO RECOVER?:
http://intentionalbygrace.com/11-helpful-tips-successful-staycation/

CHECK YOUR LOCATION FOR ITS "STAY"CATION-ABILITY:
http://wallethub.com/edu/best-cities-for-staycations/4341/

I'M ALL FOR NUMBER SEVEN:
http://www.theguardian.com/money/2012/sep/03/beat-back-to-work-blues

August 19, 2014

Bonus Post: Fond Memory 13 (LHS Quadranscentennial Celebration Edition)

Fond Memory 13
on this, the Quadranscentennial Celebration of 
my Lebanon High School Graduation: 

With just 52 days until the 25th HS Reunion weekend back home, it's time to go way back ... to a boy with a brand new camera taking photos of his ninth grade teachers (which places these pictures sometime in the school year of 1985-1986).

I'm guessing that none of these individuals are still actively working at the high school ... and I hope that they are all still alive ... and I doubt that any of them will be at the weekend activities in mid-October (do teachers dare go to the reunions of those they taught?), but here are multiple shots of the pre-renovation LHS classrooms and those that stood in front of them to educate me and my classmates ... Mr. Webb, Mrs. Bomberger, Mrs. Mills, Mr. Gettle, Mr. Rupp, Mr. Weible and Mr. Celaschi.

Memory 12 is up next on Saturday the 23rd!







Random Tune for Tuesday 8/19/14

It's a good thing I found the "liner notes" last week, as otherwise I might have mis-remembered the significance of track number 8 of 39 in this ongoing presentation of songs from an actual mix tape from my college years.

But since I *did* find them, then I *do* know that the reason "There are Giants in the Sky" from the musical-soon-to-be-a-movie "Into the Woods" occupies this spot on the soundtrack of our lives from that timeframe is because I apparently sang it one night in front of our LVC group when we had snuck in to Memorial Lake (if there's not a time limit for trespassing charges, then add the word "allegedly" before the word "snuck" in the last statement).

Lake acoustics do wonders for songs like these ... and college years "finding yourself", when your personality is bridging the gap between the known past and the unknown future, are perfectly summed up in the sentiment of this song:

And you think of all of the things you've seen,
And you wish that you could live in between,
And you're back again,
Only different than before ...
After the sky!

BIG TALL TERRIBLE AWESOME SCARY WONDERFUL GIANTS IN THE SKY:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxKvlC-cOd0

August 18, 2014

Random Memorial for Monday 8/18/14

Gone but not forgotten:  living life *without* a pop of color.

As this "stay"cation starts to wrap, I'm pleased to report that another big project is crossed off the list and that the "great room" in the old Florida homestead has been finally finalized (six months after moving in).  The color that's a-popping on the accent wall and in the accompanying accessories in these photos -- according to the paint folks -- is *lament blue*, which is somewhat ironic in that the end result of a color comprised of two words associated with sadness is that the place got brightened up a bit.  In lieu of my customary links-in triplicate, I'll share some more before and after shots instead (befores on the left and afters on the right with the exception of this first set [which is the exact opposite])..

Beiges and grays next to all the dark chocolate finishes in the space where most of our time is spent, you will *not* be missed.









August 17, 2014

Random Scandal Sheet for Sunday 8/17/14

What southern Florida is talking about this week:

... the dirt in Lebanon PA..

Note that it is a reference to dirt and not "dirt".  This isn't a post about gossip from where I consider to be my hometown (despite a recent dozen years in Chicago and an initial few years in cities in and around Lebanon until I landed there for fifth grade and onward, I consider it mine since I was born in the hospital in that town, so that's gotta count for something).  Instead it is the actual subject of conversation at the local Ft. Lauderdale Lowe's from Sunday morning.

It's "stay"cation week for me, which has translated into completing a few projects around the house, necessitating a trip to the local home improvement store to claim a "thinking bench" for a newly landscaped nook at the end of the driveway and a bag of potting soil.  Being overwhelmed by the choices (my thumbs are celadon at best, with satisfactory experiences with an amaryllis and a magic-seed party gimmick under my belt), I sought out an employee who sent me to the proper display.  Then he commented, "I have some organic stuff that's been discontinued for just $2 if you'd rather have that."  Being ignorant, I said, "If it's the same thing."  To which he knowingly replied, "Dirt is dirt".

But then he thought about his declaration, and clarified it.  "Well, not really.  I'm from Pennsylvania, where the dirt is much different than down here."  After sharing that I was also from the Keystone state, and knew what he meant, he asked me what part, and I said Lebanon.  And guess what ... so was he -- from my hometown!  He had family there, and had moved to Harrisburg with his landscaping business but found himself down in Ft. Lauderdale just this year after the Great Recession had squeezed him out of a livelihood.

After marveling at how small this big world was, we parted ways as only true Lebanon-ites would ... by my letting him know that he could find the best quality Lebanon Bologna at the local WinnDixie.

HAD TO CHECK A COLOR WHEEL FOR MY CELADON REFERENCE:
http://www.shadesofgreen.facts.co/shadesofgreencolornames.php

A PRIMER ON THE GREAT RECESSION FOR THE KIDDIES:
http://education-portal.com/academy/lesson/what-was-the-great-recession-timeline-facts-causes-effects.html#lesson

PEOPLE IN FLORIDA ARE SERIOUS ABOUT THEIR BOLOGNA:
http://articles.orlandosentinel.com/2011-12-07/features/os-lost-1207-20111207_1_lebanon-bologna-publix-baloney

August 16, 2014

Random Soapbox for Saturday 8/16/14

I don't mean to go off on a rant here, but ...

... "I've been on a 'stay'cation of sorts this past week and not getting my normal news feed, and I just have to say that I'm also sad that Robin Williams died, but these folks in Ferguson are just taking it too far."

That above paragraph is in quotes because I was about to post that on social media the other day but luckily had a rare moment of self-editing and realized that it would be highly insensitive to do so.

Then I was going to join in the #ifIwasgunneddown social media trending phenomenon with the above photo (which, by the way, was taken as a joke because my surrogate grandmother was the former dispatcher at the local state police station, and she gave me a tour when I moved to town for a few months over twenty years ago that included this souvenir), but that seemed like I would be mocking the commentary about how the media adds fuel to the fire in these situations.  And I didn't have any pictures of me flashing gang signals ... because, well, I've never been in a predicament where I've felt the need to be a poser in that fashion.

Next I briefly considered crafting some observational humor around how Big Mike's friend Dorian's testimony reminded me that I hadn't heard that much "country grammar" since the dawn of the millennium and the introduction to the world of a certain Nelly with his invitation to come "ride wit" him and his warning that it was getting hot in "herrr" and his lessons in St. Louis-ian vernacular and dialect ... but that also struck me as not the right fit for the scenario.

After that, I thought I'd do one of my occasional "this is what I *think* I know" posts where I wrestle with the issue and try to find some context that helps me understand the state of affairs ... but I was stymied to relate to the situation in the first place.  I firmly believe that there is very little in this world that is as black and white as those who scream the loudest want us to think it is -- even in the arena of racial black and white relations.

So where does that leave me in processing this news?  A week or so in, I *think* I know the following six things I'll bullet point below ...

1.)  Big Mike was a dick.  My reason for saying so -- the footage of him interacting with the convenience store owner whom he just "allegedly" robbed of a box of cigars.  Of course, being 18 and acting like a dick do go hand in hand ... but I just cringe when I think of Big Mike joining the civil rights hero pantheon of Du Bois and Parks and King.

2.)  Being a dick is not a capital offense (although if it was, the world would no longer have an overpopulation problem).  Robbing.a convenience store of a box of cigars is not a capital offense.  Walking in the middle of the street instead of the sidewalk is not a capital offense.  Taunting a police officer is not a capital offense.  Assaulting a police officer is not a capital offense.  "Bum-rushing" a police officer is not a capital offense.  Espionage, treason, murder during a kidnapping, murder for hire, genocide ... those are some examples of capital offenses.  And, of course, that statement doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of the lengthy due process involved in pursuing capital offense cases.

3.)  Police are permitted to use force.  There is a continuum, though, with lethal force being reserved for the most drastic of circumstances.  The full circumstances here are yet to be known, but autopsies and eyewitness footage and leaked versions of the officer's side of events seem to be pointed to a split second decision to aim for the brain instead of a kneecap or two.  That's the decision about which more must be known ... from the one who made it ... from the one in whose shoes no one can stand ... and which must play out before a grand jury ... and then likely in a court of law ... in the weeks and months ahead.

4.)  The 24 hour news cycle media has made this worse.  But then again, that sentence can be applied to nearly any "major" story of the last few years, with talking heads blathering in order to fill air time and reporters getting pushed during the live feed as if that equates to the serious nature of the unrest (no offense Mr. Lemon -- as a PA boy who spent some time in Chicago, I feel like we're almost friends in how our paths have mirrored each other ... but your live feeds are starting to get annoying), and cameras now indirectly encouraging those who want to be on the TV to act out.

5.)  The national guard should be there.  I wasn't born in the sixties when they were last called in to keep the peace in times of social unrest, and so maybe I'd have a different opinion if that was an experiential memory instead of one I've picked up from history books ... but I believe that protest and free speech and right to assembly can all still be managed with a presence to keep things under control.  Speaking of Chicago, I've gone on record saying I thought that they should have moved into some 'hoods there ... although, to be exact, I said that it should be a last resort after community leaders are given a deadline to rise up to the challenges and to begin working on the root causes of the issues.  But peace must prevail ... and if it's the Guard that is required to have it happen then so be it.

6.)  Big Mike's demise does not entitle anyone to a complimentary bottle of courvoisier.  Looters are an embarrassment to the community and do nothing but dilute the discussion about the issues.  They should be ashamed of themselves ... and held accountable (note, however, that looting is also not a capital offense).

So then what next?  After the dust settles ... and the lawsuits progress ... and the protests re-fire and die out again in waves over every quasi-development that the 24 hour news exaggerates ... and there is a settlement in a civil suit years after the incident (because, let's face it, Big Mike's situation is not the first time this particular cycle has played out ... so the outcomes can be predicted) ... then what?  Will the community be strong enough to speak to root causes of problems?  Will leadership establish initiatives that break the cycle of violence?  Will there be peace and trust and progress?  Who will step up to lead the way?  All of those questions remain to be answered ...

THE #IFIWASGUNNEDDOWN COMMENTARY:
http://rollingout.com/culture/instagram-slams-media-ifiwasgunneddown/#_

A LIST OF CAPITAL OFFENSES:
http://deathpenalty.procon.org/view.resource.php?resourceID=004927

ON POLICE USE OF FORCE:
http://www.nij.gov/topics/law-enforcement/officer-safety/use-of-force/Pages/welcome.aspx

August 15, 2014

Bonus Post: Fond Memory 14 (LHS Quadranscentennial Celebration Edition)


Fond Memory 14
on this, the Quadranscentennial Celebration of 
my Lebanon High School Graduation: 

In just 56 more days, we'll make like we did back on May 19, 1989 at the Grantville Holiday Inn.

Except, of course, we'll all be 25 years older (because, you know, it's our upcoming 25th high school reunion).  And we probably won't look much like we did back then [see pic below and thanks to co-worker Leslie G who went with me to the event].

And I'm pretty sure there will be more alcohol involved this time (as there wasn't any "officially" back then ... not even at the school sponsored post-prom in the high school gym [see other pic below] ... although, I'm not vouching for any post-post-prom shindigs).

One thing will be the same ... that class motto [see one more pic below] still sounds like good advice ... I'll be back with memory 13 on next Tuesday the 19th.









Random Flashback for Friday 8/15/14

As summer draws to a close (for everyone that doesn't live where I do ... where it's summer all year 'round) ... there's one more vacation from twenty years ago (the summer of 1994) to which I'd like to flashback.

This idyllic shot (or is it a bucolic one ... or maybe both?) is from the Woodward family plot at the John H Kerr Resevoir and Dam that year.  It was the second annual trip in which I participated ... but it was vastly different than the one in 1993 specifically because the summer of 94 was a very wet one.  The lake had flooded into areas that were beach the year before, and the rain continued despite the fact that we were there for vacation (rude rain that it was).

But here's the amazing thing ... when vacation hands you rain AND you are vacationing with a professional photographer AND you are a boy with a dramatic streak who writes murder mysteries performed at his college with a bit of a twisted imagination ... you have the perfect ingredients for a PHOTO SHOOT!

Below are some of my favorites ... with more to come next week.  (Photo credits Robin Ondrusek.  "Model?":  Troy Neidermyer)








August 14, 2014

Random Thought for Thursday 8/14/14

Even though the last time I could *honestly* say the following was at some undisclosed time on January 7, 2012 (hmmm ... anyone out there know the exact time I was born?), I have to admit that, if asked my age, I am most likely to say that I'm in my late thirties.

With the powers of rationalization, I've somehow convinced myself that "late thirties" includes the ages 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, etc., etc. ... if I can get away with it, I'll keep on pushing it as far as I can ... maybe even into another decade.

So now you all know, since I came clean on the blog (and I post the blog to the Facebook) ... my "late thirties" is an "early forties kind of late thirties".

AGE IS APPARENTLY A BUNCH OF NUMBERS:
http://mashable.com/2014/06/05/youre-getting-old-website/

42 YEARS, 7 MONTHS and 7 DAYS TODAY:
http://you.regettingold.com/07/01/1972/

THE TRICK IS ... ALWAYS ADD, NEVER SUBTRACT:
http://www.chicagonow.com/parenting-without-a-parachute/2014/02/lie-about-your-age-christie-brinkley/